a cup of love

you told me you were thirsty

that without love you would wither

in that instance i sliced open my heart

and poured love into a cup

you complained the taste was too sweet

and the smell too overpowering

and set the cup down to

let my love dry

unable to pour love back into my heart

i stood alone

but you came back to me

if my love was a little less sweet

perhaps you could drink it

desperately, i poured another cup

mixed it with my tears

and watched you spit it out

you called it too salty

you left it out to dry

yet still you came back to me

if my love was a little less salty

perhaps you could drink it

and desperate to please you

i poured another cup

you asked me to collect things

that didn’t belong to me

then perhaps my love would be perfect

and i did what you asked

until my love was unrecognisable

i poured the last bit into a cup

and you drank and drank and drank

until you were full

and i,

stood empty in front of you

wondering if it was worth

changing my love

to give it all to you